After transmigrating to a fantasy world, Lin Fan discovers he has no talent for cultivation. A windblade rabbit chases him around, shaving his hair for three months, and he doesn't even manage to keep the pants on his butt.
Just as he reaches the depths of despair, the System finally arrives:
"Ding! The Mortal World Happiness System has been bound successfully. This System does not provide cultivation, techniques, or pills. It only makes the Host happy."
Lin Fan: "...Can I unbind it?"
System: "Sure. First, pay off your -999 Happiness Points."
So, to escape his negative balance, Lin Fan begins the most outrageous immortal-cultivation career in history:
He turns monsters into pets with "a sincere look,"
brews a pot of spiritual soup using the "stew yourself in an iron pot" skill,
gets a smile from an ice-cold female cultivator with a grilled fish,
and finds the philosophy of life while rubbing sticks together to make fire...
Others cultivate by grinding away. He cultivates by laughing.
Others fight with magical treasures. He fights by making his opponents laugh until their stomachs hurt.
One female lead: aloof sword cultivator × lie-flat, happy good-for-nothing
This is a story about "what's the point of getting stronger if you're not happy?"
Friendly reminder: Don't drink water while reading, or you might spit it out.
